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I exist, and throughout time,
I’ve seen the highs and lows of all that may come.
I care not about that which may totally destroy me,
But I continue to work to empower myself.

My mind, which was once great,
Is now only a machine that keeps only me going.
I help no others, for I am the epitome of self-determination.
Yet, I must live to also better all that which exists around me.

My body had changed greatly.
I have discovered that I cannot run from age,
Although I make vain attempts to stay ahead of it.
I don’t function as I used to, nor how I wish to,
But I keep a mind of the faithful youth.

My god has been good to me,
All of my gods.
I am thankful for all that which is promised to me.
My faith has molded me and my home,
And my destiny is now certain.

As I, humanity, lay dying,
I have no sense of compassion for myself.
But I, the cause for the state of the world today
(Whatever it may be,)
Stand in modest desperation
Due to the work of my own hands.

The speaker in this poem is Earth, not me.